For some reason, my friend, Lisa likes to be featured in this blog. So here we go.
For medical reasons, a traumatic brain injury, Lisa had to give up her driver’s license several years ago. Eventually, she became quite savvy and capable of taking public transportation. In her small town, that means the bus. A perk, if you would like to call it that, of being on Medicare, is that you get to ride the bus for free. Otherwise it costs a dollar.
Lisa has been riding this bus for a few years now. Until recently, all she had to do was to show her Medicare card to the bus driver, and she was allowed to take a seat, gratis.
Apparently, there’s a new sheriff in town.
A few weeks ago she had this encounter with a female bus driver, whom she never saw before.
“Sorry, ma’am, but you need a special card to ride the bus as a Medicare rider.”
“No,” said Lisa, “I don’t. I have been just showing my Medicare card for years and that is sufficient.”
“No, you need the special card,” said the bus driver.
“I don’t know. I just know you need it.”
“I’ve never even seen ‘the special card’, “said Lisa.
“Well, I’ll let you go this time, but you need to get it.”
Lisa never saw that bus driver again. Since she didn’t know where to get the special card, she just let it pass.
The other day, as she was getting on the bus, there was a new young male bus driver, whom Lisa had never seen before. He’s holding a pamphlet in his hand as she ascends the stairs.
“How old are you?”
Lisa, thinking he is complimenting her……as every middle-aged woman thinks when handing a Medicare card as ID, replies a bit quietly so as not to alarm fellow passengers who most likely think she is quite young:
“Well, you’re barely that, I can see.”
Lisa is flattered,until he drops his bombshell.
“You can’t ride the bus for free. You have to be 65 years old.”
“I’m disabled and I’ve been doing it for years.”
I’m happy to say here that my friend Lisa has come a long way since that TBI. Not only does she get around on her own. But after many years of trepidation just being out in the world, well, she doesn’t take crap anymore. Yay, Lisa!
“What’s your name?”She demanded from this arrogant brute, who was so willingly ready to accost the disabled and the elderly.
“Well,ma’am,” he sheepishly replied, “if you don’t have the dollar today, you can pay next time.”
This bus driver was on a mission to save that bus company a dollar, or take a power trip every stop along the way, or who knows what, maybe her bus driver was Donald Trump in disguise and he was testing some of his new economic policies to see how to save government funds.
Never did give her his name…and…..weirdly, she hasn’t seen that bus driver again, either.
For a dollar…..did I say that already?…………..a dollar.
“You Just have to Laugh…..”
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